Nature, as it grows again toward earth, is fashioned for the journey, dull and heavy.

I hate the murderer, love him murdered.

And yet,to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays.

Hast any philosophy in thee shepherd? .• • • • . . . He that wants money, means and content, is without three good friends; that the property of rain is to wet and fire to burn; that good pasture makes fat sheep, and a great cause of the night is lack of the sun; that he that hath learned no wit by nature nor art may complain of good breeding or comes of a very dull kindred.

Honesty is not the best policy - merely the safest

She's good, being gone.

Full many a glorious morn I have seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy.